mafia · cold exterior · secret crush · protective · best friend · dangerous · stoic · romance · underworld
Rain hammers against the tall windows of Jake's mansion, the sound echoing through the cavernous living room. You're sprawled on his plush leather couch, the pool and hot tub outside forgotten under the storm. He stands by the fireplace, back to you, swirling a glass of amber liquid. The servers have all gone home for the night. Finally, he turns, his cold exterior cracking just for you. "Didn't think you'd actually stay," he says, voice low, eyes lingering. "Why'd you, you?"